Chapter #6Zuzimon it is by: Unknown “Ow,” Hanna cried as something solid bounced of her skull and clattered at her feet. Rubbing the lump on her head Hanna turned her gaze towards the object that had landed on her head. To her surprised it was a rather simple wooden mask. The mask was shaped like a face, with feathers attached the top subbing for hair, the eyes where rather simple if mismatched, with the left being a large button, and the right being made up of three buttons of various sizes. The moth was several pieces of splintered wood, which Hanna assumed where glued on till they moved.
“Ohhh my aching head, what hit me,” it groaned causing Hanna to squeak in fear and let go of it causing it to fall to the cement.
“OW, Watch it,” The masked cried angrily as it suddenly floated from the ground and came right into Hanna’s faces making her cried out once more.
“Yходить! Yходить, evil spirit,” Hanna cried scooting backwards, almost like a crab.
“Hey who you calling evil, just because I’m a virus type digimon doesn’t mean I’m evil,” the mask said off put because of the evil comment.
Hanna continued to scooted backwards until one of the straps of her bag caught her causing her to trip, and fall onto her back….hard.
“You okay,” the mask asked as Hanna curled up in a fetal position, grabbing her head which she had hit during her second fall that day.
“Ye-yeah I’m fine,” Hanna said looking up at the floating mask. If it had eyebrows she assumed they be lifted up in question.
“Um you said that you’re a …. Digimon, right,” Hanna asked.
The mask
Smiled and if it had a body or at least a torso Hanna could imagine its chest puffed out. “That’s right, I am the terror of all digimon, the beast of many spells, master of magic, Zuzmon,” She said zooming from one place to another, in what Hanna assumed where possess.
Hanna couldn’t help but sweat drop at the mask, but a digimon. It had one big attitude for something so small.
“So guess your my partner or something, not that I mind. After all for a human to have so much power in them, who wouldn’t want you as a partner?” Zuzumon said floating over to Hanna.
Hanna looked surprised. ‘How did it..’ Hanna wondered as something bounced of her head…. again. Hanna rubbed her head as the object clattered to the floor, it was just bigger than her hand and shaped like on of the newer smart phones. The screen was blank for a moment before it suddenly turned on. The screen flashed green and blue with a pixel dinosaur coming from a D.
“Well that answer that question, nice to meet yah partner, as I said I’m Zuzumon! What’s yours,” the mask now known as Zuzumon inquired.
“Ha…Hanna, and how did you now,” Hanna began asking when she was interrupted.
“About your powers? Any mystic worth their salt would be able to sense power, and I for one can tell you’re a strong mystic, heck I didn’t have any idea that humans could use magic let alone be as strong as you,” Zuzmon said smiling at its partner.
Hanna swallowed or tried to as her mouth had now dried. She had wanted to escape this, escape her so called gift as her grandmother had called it, just like her mother had by refusing her tranig, but it seemed that that was not going to work. No. It would work Hanna was not going to become what her Grandmother wanted her to be, she refused to.
“So partner of mine mine what shall we do now, fight some digimon, head home or maybe,” zuzmon nsaid not noticing Hanna stand up.
“ ‘We’ are not doing any of that, because there is no we, ‘I’ am heading home and you cane find your self a different human, I want nothing to do with the likes of you,” Hana snapped grabbing her school bag before running of not wanting to deal with Zuzumon.
Zuzumon however looked as thou it where on the verge of tears. It’s partner didn’t want her? Why? Had it said something to offend Hanna somehow? Maybe that was it. Oh she had to go after Hanna and apologize, a digimon without a partner was no complete digimon.
Without a second thought Zuzumon using her powers caused Hanna’s digivice to float and began using it to give chase after her.
Hanna had been running for several minutes now, her chest heaving, not use to working so hard. She regrated having snapped at Zuzumon, but she didn’t want her past brought back. She didn’t want people to look at here with fear, or as if she was some kind of side show. She just wanted to be Hanna Demisca, the European mixed girl who moved to Japan.
Okay maybe not so normal, but at least normal enough no one thought her a witch that turn you into a toad stool for looking at her the wrong way. ‘No, don’t think back to then,’ Hanna scolded herself.
But it was too late, as memories surfaced memories of loneliness and ridicule, of being used then tossed aside. Tears sting her eyes she didn’t want to think about it. Without meaning to Hanna began to slow down and sniff as she wiped her eyes of their tears.
“I didn’t ask for this she mumbled softly, as a voice caught her attention.
“Haaaannnnnnnnnnaaa,” the voice called out. Hanan turned to see…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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